{"id":95300,"date":"2020-09-27T19:42:41","date_gmt":"2020-09-27T17:42:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/prohoster.info\/blog\/administrirovanie\/zhizn-v-pautine-setevye-istorii-dikih-vremyon"},"modified":"2020-09-27T19:42:41","modified_gmt":"2020-09-27T17:42:41","slug":"zhizn-v-pautine-setevye-istorii-dikih-vremyon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/prohoster.info\/en\/blog\/administrirovanie\/zhizn-v-pautine-setevye-istorii-dikih-vremyon","title":{"rendered":"Life in the Web: Network Stories from Wild Times","gt_translate_keys":[{"key":"rendered","format":"text"}]},"content":{"rendered":"

Today, as I take another pastry off the shelf filled with memories, the internet has become something self-evident, like water from a tap. A generation has been born and raised with constant Wi-Fi, unfamiliar with images loading from bottom to top, never typing ATL0 into a modem terminal, and when mentioning 'the naked granddad,' they experience completely different emotions.
And how wonderful it is! Over a couple of decades, progress has swept across the planet, evolving from tangled phone lines and coaxial webs to powerful fiber-optic roots; from bytes barely extracted from the ether to gigabit channels running into every home. An always-on internet terminal lies in the pocket of even the most casual worker, who finds nothing unusual about regularly video chatting with family in a mountain village. Could we have imagined this twenty, thirty years ago? And yet we are still moving forward: soon a satellite network will cover the entire planet, and communication terminals may be implanted directly in our brains. I can\u2019t judge how this will change humanity's life, but I am already preparing to drill a little hole in my skull.<\/p>\n

But I turn my gaze to the past and pull from there a substantial text for your Friday coffee, seasoned with internet quirks, drizzled with cybercriminal stories, and served with a whistle in a 14400-bps pipe.<\/p>\n

\"Life<\/p>\n

The First Click into the Web<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can't say I was among the pioneers of the internet: I hatched at the wrong time and place for that achievement. Although I dreamed of computers since childhood, I probably learned about global networks in my teenage years. But that knowledge was purely theoretical: I imagined the internet was cool, that you could chat, browse websites, and watch adult content. But how to access all that was beyond me; and where to find out about it in our backwater was a mystery too.
Only in the year 2000 did I see the internet in person. <\/p>\n

It was just then that all sorts of political chaos began boiling over, which we still endure today. 'Unity' emerged, which soon mutated into a party of crooks and thieves, and from the beginning, its leaders tried to form their own personal Komsomol, into which I unwittingly became entangled. Perhaps I should remember this with shame and regret, but back then, I wasn't thinking about politics \u2014 who could have known? More importantly, it was all fun and really cool: there were always events happening, and genuine friendship and mutual support among the guys flourished. And the main thing \u2014 there was a headquarters, which we were allowed to use uncontrollably during off-hours.<\/p>\n

There, in the headquarters, there was a computer, always occupied by third 'heroes' \u2014 except for those moments when we managed to scrape together some money to get online! It was a whole sacred ritual: as if tolling bells before a prayer, the modem would play a magical connecting melody, and falling silent, it would reveal in the tray of Windows 98 the miraculous icon of a successful connection! This was where I first took communion: someone was celebrating a name day, under which the idea was born to download and print a greeting card as a gift. For that time and place, it was indeed a cool and original idea!<\/p>\n

So the first thing I saw online was a completely unimpressive website with silly greeting cards.<\/p>\n

An exposition to what was happening<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the same year, 2000, on December 13, I got my own computer. I remember not only the date, but the entire configuration that fit into a typical case of those times\u2014well, you know those beige, monotonous boxes:<\/p>\n

\"LifeNot mine, but very similar. The slot covers were always removed for better ventilation, and for the same reason, the case was often taken off. The photo was found online, but back then, most machines looked something like this.<\/p>\n

The computer was purchased, as was proper, 'for studying.' My parents understood that I was only good for IT and genuinely tried to provide me with the conditions to enroll 'in programming.' But the further it went, the more they doubted their decision. Very soon, the classic stories began: hiding power cords and threats to 'throw the computer to hell' \u2014 I simply couldn't tear myself away from the marvelous machine. It's amusing to recall this after my dad got hooked on solitaire: we swapped roles, and it was I who had to hide the cords.<\/p>\n

I somehow got admitted. The first student parties echoed away, new acquaintances were formed, and it turned out I wasn't the only one who was crazy about this. We, provincial geeks, wanted to connect into a network, and if the distances made twisted pairs unthinkable, phones were available in every apartment back then.
I only needed a modem. The cheapest Lucent Agere Winmodem then cost exactly 500 rubles \u2014 my student budget for a few months. I couldn't afford a part-time job while studying, and I felt embarrassed to ask my parents... but I was just lucky. On my way to the hated first physical education class, I found a 500-ruble note in the entrance! Lying on the dirty floor, it radiated an otherworldly glow, alluring me and promising to fulfill my dreams...<\/p>\n

In the evening, I honestly told my parents about the find, preparing for its expropriation into the family budget. But my dad reasoned that someone from the factory workers who had received their pay must have lost the bill; the sympathy between a drunken bum and his own son worked in my favor, and the treasure remained untaken. The very next day, I bought myself the desired device.<\/p>\n

\"LifeBeep-beep, shhhshhhhhhh, motherf***er! Photo from the internet.<\/p>\n

Although such soft modems were considered 'inferior' due to their software-based signal processing, this particular PCI model worked much better on our lines than expensive external modems. I was collecting drivers for it under Red Hat and getting it running on BeOS, flashing it to V.92, and tuning the connection with AT commands. It provided me with hours and days spent in free ISP chat rooms, playing StarCraft over IPX, it functioned as a fax machine and answering machine, and, of course, brought all the joy of the internet back then. I hope that somewhere in my parents' house that card is still lying around, even though it serves no purpose now, except perhaps to plug into a retro system for completeness.<\/p>\n

The web envelops the city.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Internet access in our small town was quite poor. FIDO had already died out, there weren't many willing to connect to local networks nearby, but there were three internet service providers offering dial-up access: the stepson of the Soviet Volgatelecom (also known as 'dgrad'), the progressive 'Variant-Inform' ('vinf'), and that other third one that didn't operate in my area. Access cost about a dollar an hour, plus or minus five rubles depending on the provider and the time of day, and initially, even paying for it was quite a hassle. I had to go to the subscriber's office to deposit money into my account; 'vinf' introduced code cards a couple of years later, making the top-up process relatively convenient.
The quality of the connection fluctuated significantly based on the PSTN and the quality of the phone lines. 33.6 kbps was considered a very good speed; more often it was 28.8 kbps, or even 9.6 kbps. That meant about 15 minutes to download a megabyte of data! But even such tiny amounts were enough for very slow browsing of the web back then, and for IRC chats, it was quite sufficient. More frustrating were the dropped connections, busy signals, and the need to pay for time. And overall \u2014 paying\u2026<\/p>\n

But we also had some freebies, how could we not? Both \"dgrad\" and \"winf\" offered guest access for free, supposedly for account verification. \"Dgrad\" limited guest sessions by time, while \"winf\" did so by the number of available modems in the pool. Those tiny free resources available from the \"freebies\" eventually became a refuge for all modem owners in the city.
Especially good was \"winf\": forums, IRC, and their gaming network were available for free. I've already mentioned this.<\/a><\/noindex>A very large community grew around this, lasting for many years; online interactions transitioned into real life, taking along the inherent freedom of online communication. People of different ages and beliefs not only found common ground but also behaved as equals. Libert\u00e9, \u00c9galit\u00e9, Fraternit\u00e9!<\/p>\n

Ha, what am I rambling about? There were constant conflicts and scandals both inside and outside, real online wars with harassment, relationship clarifications, and even fistfights occurred, intrigue circulated, and various alcoholic misadventures took place. In short, there was plenty of everything \u2014 and that's what made it interesting.<\/p>\n

\"LifeThe least shocking photo of accompanying events from the author's personal archive.<\/p>\n

As a side note, it was around that time that mobile phones and GPRS started to appear. \"Joporez\" with its traffic fees was convenient for constant communication in ICQ, although for a long time, the network coverage left much to be desired (and not everyone could afford the device). I wrote a separate post about the nostalgic history of those mobile phones and the subculture surrounding them. on my channel.<\/a><\/noindex>.<\/p>\n

Only a select few lucky ones had satellite internet as an addition to their \"dish.\" Of course, it only worked for receiving, a separate channel was needed for sending data (in that regard, GPRS was ideal). Although the cost of satellite traffic was exorbitant, those with \"dishes\" made do with free \u201cfishing\u201d\u2014capturing files from the general data stream. When some Turkish guy downloaded a movie, the signal with that data would spread over the entire reception area, and it was just a matter of extracting the file, a task handled by special software. It was among the \u201cfishermen\u201d that the wildest pornography and the earliest pirate releases were found, and those were the go-to people when you needed to download a serious amount of data.<\/p>\n

Because even a satellite connection turned out to be cheaper than a trip to the 'internet caf\u00e9' of the same 'Volgatelecom'; I once got tricked there into spending several hundred rubles for a hundred megabytes; not to mention, they even recorded the disc incorrectly, and the files weren't readable at home.<\/p>\n

Fakin shield.<\/strong><\/p>\n

However, 'Dgrad' had one advantage: its billing was as full of holes as modern trendy jeans. The password for the modem connection was always the same as in the billing system, and the login often matched the subscriber's phone number. With this knowledge, one could dial into the guest pool, bruteforcing free access, something I wasn't the only one doing. There was no protection against guessing, the holes weren\u2019t patched \u2014 the provider didn\u2019t care, since the customer, from whose account the money was deducted, would surely bring in more. <\/p>\n

Now, of course, I would think \u2014 how legal and good is it to do this? And I would admit that it's bad and illegal; but at that age, I had a quite different view on such matters, fueled by cult hacker stories from a well-known and regularly read magazine.<\/p>\n

\"LifeI grew up as a cult hacker! The photo is again from the internet, but who didn\u2019t have such a stack?<\/p>\n

Returning to the cybercriminal past: the most interesting thing was that under one account, any number of users could connect at the same time, as long as there was money in the account. But how much money does a private user really have? Well, fifty rubles, maybe a hundred. A different matter is a company's account with thousands and tens of thousands, not to mention an overdraft! That's what this story is about.<\/p>\n

Somehow, a rumor started spreading among the students about the magical login of the company 'Shild' with an infinite amount of money in the account. The rumor was confirmed one day: on one of those local forums, they posted this login\/password (it was a very simple pair, like shild\/shild). And there were tens of thousands of rubles in that account.
Oh, what a time of abundance it was! Under the 'freebie' login sat probably the whole city. I also got involved a couple of times out of greed and curiosity, but I wasn\u2019t particularly afraid of getting caught (the numbers of our telephone exchange didn\u2019t show up city-wide, and shouldn\u2019t have been traceable by the provider). However, I definitely knew that some people had gotten a hold of it and were continuously using that account.<\/p>\n

It was curious to observe the situation. For several months, the same thing repeated itself: the account balance plunged into the red, then was topped up to previous values, but only briefly. It was only after a significant amount of time that the password was changed \u2014 and the city was draped in a veil of sadness, which lingered, thanks to your humble servant, for a short while.
Of course, bruteforcing that account would have been a hundred percent foolishness; I didn\u2019t do that. More for fun, I tried logging in with the password 'qwerty' \u2014 damn it, it worked! Feeling proud, I anonymously leaked the password in the city IRC\u2026
The second wave didn't take long to arrive. Starved for a couple of days, the opportunists threw caution to the wind and rushed into the network. No discussions about being caught seemed to deter these fools, which was a shame \u2014 it later turned out that after the password was changed, the bureaucrats began<\/em> had a suspicion and contacted the provider, who only then started logging connection numbers.<\/p>\n

About a month later, the account was permanently closed. An investigator from the Ulyanovsk branch of 'K' arrived, some people were summoned with a subpoena for questioning (which shocked the parents), and there were rumors that someone even had their computer confiscated. After the appearance of such shocking news, a literal agony began in the city's online community: everyone who had used the account, even a little, was now afraid of consequences.
I experienced the situation without much fear, feeling a certain hacker romanticism in it all. But, of course, I deleted all the 'suspicious' software, hid the disks from the 'Everything for Hackers' series behind the wardrobe, and yanked out the modem and hid it even further. I even taught my dad what to say in case they tried to reach out to me.
And I also started my own investigation.
It was easy. Panicked 'shield users' surrendered all their connections easily; I quickly tracked the chains through which the ill-fated login was transmitted even before it became public knowledge.<\/p>\n

\"LifeThe author is conducting an investigation (restored image).<\/p>\n

In the center of the web were three freshmen, one of whom leaked access. I called each of them, having traced their phone numbers through a contact in the dean's office; when I called, I introduced myself as that very Ulyanovsk investigator, asking them to share everything without holding back. It would have been easy to expose me, but fear has a way of clouding judgment \u2014 none of the students suspected anything; all three went for a 'deal with the investigation', throwing each other under the bus, so to speak. The customs officer would have been proud of me!
Unfortunately, I did not record the conversations, but I did learn that the password leaked through a fourth freshman \u2014 a relative of the director of that very company. He generously shared the password with his friends, and what three knew, the whole town knew.<\/p>\n

I am sure that if I could figure this out, a properly trained investigator would have known by the second morning. It seems like the end of a story, but it was too early to relax since people were still being called in for questioning.
A rather amusing meeting of 'anonymous freeloaders' was organized: everyone knew each other, if not personally, then through online communication, but pretended to have stumbled upon this gathering by accident. Someone brought their dad, someone brought their mom, someone brought a lawyer.
The lawyer, a composed and sensible woman, listened carefully to all the facts, concluding that initially the account was published voluntarily, for which the distributor should bear the responsibility. The situation with those who freeloaded after the password had been changed was more ambiguous, but even here the lawyer advised waiting for accusations and evidence, saying that the investigator was trying to intimidate everyone. The recommendation was clear: wait, either for a self-resolve or specifics.<\/p>\n

Everyone agreed with this. Everyone except Vova's mother.<\/p>\n

You know, there's a type of kid raised in same-sex families, by a mother and grandmother. They are usually very immature and dependent due to overprotection, often lazy, and they never realize that something is wrong with them. Remember that cartoon about Vova Sidorov?<\/p>\n

\"Life'And with a loaf in hand, when he gets tired \u2014 that's when he eats!'<\/p>\n

Our Vova could have successfully starred in that cartoon as himself. Of course, the army would hardly compensate for his lack of paternal upbringing, but some foundations of independence would surely have been instilled. We don't know this because Vova was 'enrolled' in university.<\/p>\n

So, Vova's mom freaked out that her little son would be expelled, imprisoned, or even drafted into the army, where he would be eaten and raped. And if that was the case, she would immediately go to the investigator and plead with him to settle the matter peacefully. It was impossible to convey rational arguments to the wild woman, while Vova listened to his mother's usual hysterics with a completely indifferent look, as if it didn't concern him.
The lawyer then suggested that someone more reasonable accompany the lady. I volunteered: first of all, I couldn't miss such an opportunity, and secondly, I might learn some new circumstances of what was happening.<\/p>\n

The investigator welcomed us with open arms, joking that we would get leniency for our confession. He showed us some printouts, supposedly logs of numbers from the pool. After a psychological evaluation, he offered to resolve the matter peacefully by compensating the company for the claimed damages of several hundred thousand rubles.
Vova's mom agreed to this immediately, without discussion. Moreover, she had prepared for that exact outcome, urgently selling some property, almost her apartment. A very small part of the amount was later compensated to her by the other participants in the scheme, but most of them disappeared.
In the end of this story, we met with the company representatives, Vova's mom handed over the money, the investigator tore up the statement, and everyone went their separate ways.<\/p>\n

Of course, Vova was expelled for poor academic performance. He was reinstated and got expelled again several times, never really advancing beyond the second year \u2014 but he was fine with it.<\/p>\n

Freebies never change<\/strong><\/p>\n

If you think what happened taught anyone a lesson, I will laugh in your face right through the monitor. Just as the 'shield' story was beginning to fade, another incident occurred, hardly less significant.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s what you need to know: in addition to pre-paid subscriber access, Volgatelecom had a post-paid long-distance modem pool in Ulyanovsk. It's a convenient option if you don\u2019t have money in your account right now but are willing to pay double the cost for the connection.<\/p>\n

And again, a post about freebies appears on the local forum: a login for this pool, which only allows access to one's own VT network (Volga residents, do you feel a jolt in your chest at the mention of 'simiks'?), but it's free, something like the guest access we are already accustomed to. The Volgatelecom network consists of hundreds and thousands of ADSL subscribers, with a bunch of FTP, chats, p2p, and, who knows, gateways to ICQ! In the eyes of freeloaders, this was no worse than regular internet.
Of course, one could have visited the tariff section of the VT website to find all the information about this access. It was cheap, three to four times cheaper than the classic pay-as-you-go, but still not free. Therefore, initially, the login was used quite cautiously. But invoices did not arrive for a month, or two... People were hooked: almost the entire city got on the \"free local network,\" and using it felt completely natural. Phones were busy 24\/7, gigabytes of downloaded memes, complete digital freedom! And it wasn't just kids \u2014 there were plenty of adults too.<\/p>\n

As you might guess, VT handled the situation in its own style. About six months after the launch, people received bills for the entire time. The total amounts there were such that no 'shields' could have imagined; darkness descended upon the glorious city of Dimitrovgrad, and wails and moans filled the walls of its homes!
Since I was cautious this time and didn't get caught up in it, I observed the story more from the sidelines. But the story was being discussed in the local press and, of course, in the local network: over a con, and I can't call the situation anything else \u2014 more than a thousand people fell victim to it, stirring public outcry. It seems there were some court proceedings and disputes for a while, debtors had their phones disconnected, and they cursed the \"wobble\"; eventually, the sides reconciled \u2014 part of the debt was written off, part was reimbursed collectively.
However, I directly witnessed another part of the events that didn't make it to the newspapers. Those who were financially involved needed a scapegoat: the author of the original leak was a perfect fit for this role. They tracked down his address, and a vigilante group set out to stage a lynching. In real life, the fearsome online warrior turned out to be a dull schoolboy, whom no one bothered to beat up.<\/p>\n

Adventures with the 'wobble'<\/strong><\/p>\n

By around 2005, VolgaTelecom's ADSL finally reached our city, and I connected to it as soon as I had the chance. Not that there were no other xDSL providers before that, but their services were unaffordable for individuals. With VolgaTelecom, it was easier: although the connection and traffic costs were quite noticeable, the local resources mentioned earlier were indeed free. Moreover, the availability of such resources was practically announced in advertisements\u2014join us, and you will have access to our three-terabyte FTP archive!<\/p>\n

This is precisely why people connected. On the 'fex' \u2014 that very file exchange \u2014 there was indeed everything a geek\u2019s heart could wish for at that time. Fresh game images, movie rips, cracked software, music, adult content! Why on earth would anyone need the internet with such riches? Of course, a small amount of external traffic was included in the subscription, but on top of that, one had to pay through clever schemes, depending on who VT had peering with. Some resources were cheap, while others could cost you several rubles per megabyte. Most of the commotion happened around the 'fex' and the 'external network.'<\/p>\n

Let's say, after being lured in by sweet advertisements, you found out that the file-sharing service was largely illegal and that no such resource officially existed. And since that's the case, its availability was not guaranteed. The server was constantly offline, and when it did come back up, due to the number of users trying to access it, it was impossible to work with. Once, a particularly clever client wrote a complaint to VolgaTelecom's management: how come they promised me pirated content and porn, where is it all? The admin got a scolding (for hosting an illegal resource) and threatened to shut down the file-sharing service.
But that was not a solution either: people were specifically coming for the 'fex'! So the decision was made: the number of public connections to the server was cut, and sections with porn and warez were removed. However, one could personally buy an account from the admin for permanent unrestricted access. But I don\u2019t think he managed to profit from this \u2014 it wasn\u2019t long before the network was flooded with P2P services where you could download anything you wanted.<\/p>\n

And this is related to another part of the constant online hysteria linked to P2P. Torrents, if not restricted in any way, will download from any peers found via DHT. As I mentioned, external traffic was dangerously expensive. And although there were detailed instructions on how to set up firewalls and downloaders for local existence, who actually reads those instructions? So every single day on the local forum, there would be lamenting threads like 'I hit my traffic'\/'I got kicked off the outside, my parents will kill me'\/'I didn't go anywhere, why?!'. Many got caught more than once, and we won't blame them \u2014 just ask yourself, could you really exist in such wildness?<\/p>\n

After a couple of years, VT finally began to introduce some kind of unlimited service. Of course, it took users organizing flash mobs and protests outside the provider's office for it to happen. Can you imagine that? I\u2019m not making this up!<\/a><\/noindex><\/p>\n

\"LifeUlyanovsk residents are on their knees begging for unlimited internet.<\/p>\n

The tearful complaints worked, but there wouldn\u2019t have been a VT<\/a><\/noindex>, if everything were fair. Customers were promised access speeds, say, in megabits, but in reality, they received 128 kilobits at best. When a customer complained, they received a standard response: speed was promised UP TO a megabit, everything was compliant! This kind of deception had just emerged, but it was quickly adopted by almost all providers.
But that\u2019s not all! As soon as you managed to download a couple of gigabytes at this speed, it would drop lower and lower, down to mere kilobits. The waves of hatred it generated are beyond words; sometimes that hatred led to complaints to the FAS, the agency would conduct an inspection, during which VT would lift all restrictions \u2014 and then turn off the tap again.
Ulyanovsk had to put up with it \u2014 but not Dimitrovgrad. The local admin either didn't want to impose limits or the equipment wouldn't allow it \u2014 but in our town, everyone had their fair six to eight megabits even on the most restricted unlimited plans.<\/p>\n

But what should you do if you didn't even have money for that? Well, if you had the brains and no conscience, you could pull off an operation to get yourself an external channel.
When connecting, all clients were provided with the same D-Link modem with outdated firmware. By default, the modem was set to router mode, so its console and admin interface were exposed to the network. Scanning the network for such modems was quite an elementary task; brute-forcing access to the console was harder, but still possible. Beyond that, it required a fair amount of skill. You had to:<\/p>\n

    \n
  1. \n

    Log into the modem and put it into firmware update mode. This would open a TFTP server on it.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n

  2. \n

    Instead of firmware, upload a proxy binary to the limited free space of the modem's flash memory. You had to write and compile the binary yourself or know where to get it.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n

  3. \n

    Move the uploaded file to \/bin, set its execution rights, and configure it to autostart in init.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n

  4. \n

    Reboot the modem into normal mode.<\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    If everything was done correctly, you effectively created a hole to the outside, while the victim of the hack ended up with an even more restricted channel, at best. At worst, they 'got exposed to the outside'.
    To defend against this menace, it was enough to switch the modem to bridge mode, or update the firmware \u2014 the update already included protection against brute-forcing. There were stories about other hacking methods surfacing later, but I no longer know about those \u2014 by that time, I had moved to Samara, where completely different stories unfolded.     completely different stories<\/a><\/noindex>.<\/p>\n

    P.S.<\/h2>\n

    After I told these stories in my channel<\/a><\/noindex>, I received a couple of comments from someone who was part of those events. With their permission, I will enhance my story with them, as they fit perfectly:<\/p>\n

    \n

    Before the introduction of unlimited plans, VT had this unofficial hack \u2014 you could set the forum's IP address as a proxy, specifying port 80, and roam externally through local traffic. When it crashed again for some reason, someone called VT, complained, and they shut down everyone's free access, even giving the admin a hard time. And the network bandits really wanted to find that guy and punish him for such stupidity; one guy even suggested in a chat to go somewhere and 'have a word' with someone.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

    \n

    Here\u2019s another story, this one personal: back in the days \u2018before unlimited data\u2019, I created a traffic meter that counted (but didn\u2019t block) external traffic in real-time. There was this feature \u2014 you could download a list of local IP addresses from the WT webpage, and the program had a built-in automatic updater for it. I even launched a website for the program, where I wrote something like \u2018traffic counting program, counts external traffic, WT lists configured\u2019. Well, it miscounted for someone, and that \u2018someone\u2019 chose to complain to WT \u2014 saying something like, \u2018this program of yours doesn\u2019t work correctly, give me my money back!\u2019 WT started sending me emails with threats, like \u2018what the hell\u2019. I got the hint, took down the site, and tossed the source code onto a forum, saying \u2018I\u2019m not me and my house isn\u2019t mine.\u2019<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

    Is there anyone here who used to hang out on \u2018winfe\u2019, \u2018dgrade\u2019, \u2018simix\u2019? Or perhaps you have your own network stories you wouldn\u2019t mind sharing? Did you ever grab pwl files from open network shares on the local network? Did you scan the provider\u2019s subnet and then have to explain things to the admin? Did you spend sleepless nights chatting with dozens of fellow misfits?<\/p>\n

    Share your memories because it was awesome.<\/p>\n

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